Birth of a New World

Birth of a new world 
I picked up the pen 
My self 
Yes by my self 
No one showed me 
It shadow 
Neither did they point
To it 
So never expect me
To drop it 

Birth of a new world
Just as they show us 
The world 
Hold on who did 
Was it the teacher
At school 
Was it the leaders
Of today 
Was it in the church 
Was it at mosque
Were did they really 
Showed us the world 
Cos the one we know 
Right now it's burning
At this moment 
We are about to blow 
So dark 


Birth of a new world
I picked up the pen 
Not just to write 
I just want to draw 
The world 
And if that is all 
I could do 
I was be happy 
To show the world
Another world another
Birth of a new world

Even doe am never 
Perfect!!!!.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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